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  1. Son of John

From the recording Tortology

I started to write this song in the early 70's. I owes some of its feel to Jack Bruce's Harmony Row which I was playing on rotation at the time. I had written most of the musical component of the song at that time and when ad libbing to find a lyric the opening words of the song came out. I had no idea at the time what they meant, but they seemed to fit the "vibe" of the song. Unfortunately, I was unable at that time to take the lyrical component any further. I had expected that "N.I.C" would be the only record of my original compositions (apart from some old Sirrah tapes that might be floating around from the 70's), but the experience of recording it had been exciting and therapeutic, so I thought I would try for another. In the course of so doing I located an old exercise book in which I had scraps of lyrics and chord progressions, and the basic chord progression of "Son of John" with just the opening line of lyrics. Thirty odd years later, the words started to flow and we end up with this version. It is very easy to become tired of one's own songs, but this actually remains one of my favourites, even though it's been around longer than most of them.

Lyrics

SON OF JOHN
(Words and Music Brian Ralston)

Son of John, by bastard lines
Destroyed]
Baptised by flames, oh tempered heart
Too late

As I wade through your fields of hope
Clad only in my faith
To wear the victor's laurel wreath
And kneel before your grace

Feet of clay, no steps divine
Betrayed
Capsize or sail, let Hobson's choice
Prevail

As I wade through your fields of hope
Clad only in my faith
To wear the victor's laurel wreath
And kneel before your grace
But what do I, what do I what do I do now
Just wander round in circles in some smoke grey haze
Or go trawling through the low dives
Picking up the high fives
Trying to find some drive
A will to survive
What tricks my mad mind plays

As I wade through your fields of hope
Clad only in my faith
To wear the victor's laurel wreath
And kneel before your grace
Son of John,
Copyright 1972 and 2010 Brian Ralston